response

the intersection of memory and reality –

the kiss upon the neck that turns

the nerves inside the body out –

the summertime that burns the skin

and leaves the sweating soul in doubt

 

for there is folly where there’s love,

and where there’s love, there’s oft remorse –

and mem’ries don’t a pillow make

and rivers fester when you dam

the source

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

2 thoughts on “response”

  1. I think but am not sure sounds familiar that this is a re-read form for me. In any case, of the same poem I think; in any case … how good this poem is thank you so much for the share. Perfectly.

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